The music's transition was flawless, there was never a break to be found between the beats. Just an endless, whirling rush of bass and words that uselessly echoed into one another. James knew that she should have been exhausted, having worked a lengthy shift before even coming by this club, but she wasn't. There was invigoration to be found at every turn, in the arms of men and women. With every chorus, she was dancing with somebody new, never sticking around quite long enough to finish an entire song.
She'd just broken free from being sandwiched by a couple when she locked eyes with the blond. From behind the gold of her skimpy mask, it was almost difficult to tell what color James' eyes were, they just as well might have been black.
"Hey," she murmured while colored lights splashed over them in a roar of red and blue. There was no way that the word carried over the music, it was just lip reading from here.